Ceramic Heart
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Cold Heart
Your touch as cold as a winter’s day,
Once the source of my warmth
Your eyes as empty as the drifting snow,
Once the keepers of my secrets.
My mouth opens,
Nothing comes out
I am screaming for you to comfort me
But you rush to find comfort in the hollow of another.
A silhouette within a mind
A woman of my kind.
My pain is sorrow like an endless rain.
Drenching
Unrelenting
As thoughts of you fill my head
What am I to do?
My cold heart can't live without you.